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Chapter 148 – What Kind of Monster Are We Dealing With?!
🕑 Added 2025-06-05 17:09:08 +0000 UTC
Zzzap! Zzzap!
Two beams of blazing heat vision shot from Alex’s eyes—deadly, brilliant, cutting through the air with a beauty as dangerous as it was mesmerizing.
In a blink, they reached Polka Dot.
But instead of panicking or dodging, the man simply smiled—a cold, taunting grin playing at the corners of his mouth.
Like he was inviting it.
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Whoosh!
At the last possible instant, a blur darted in front of him.
Jazz—his partner—launched himself forward, taking the heat vision full force in Polka Dot’s place.
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But to Alex’s surprise, Jazz wasn’t vaporized.
He didn’t get blown away.
He didn’t even flinch.
He stood there, taking the full blast like a rock.
His skin began to glow faint red.
His eyes burned with the same heat-light as Alex’s beams.
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He was absorbing it.
He was absorbing Alex’s heat vision—completely.
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That was new.
Alex had used his laser vision countless times. He had seen many try to block it.
None had ever absorbed it.
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“Surprised? Didn’t see that coming, huh?”
Polka Dot chuckled from behind, voice smug.
“That’s right. Jazz can absorb any form of energy-based attack.”
“So all those lasers you’re so proud of?”
“Useless against him.”
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“Oooh yeah!”
Jazz cracked his neck, basking in the energy flowing into him.
“That’s the good stuff. Come on—hit me again. Let’s see what else you’ve got.”
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Polka Dot’s grin widened.
“And that’s not all. Jazz can redirect the energy he absorbs—with double the power.”
“Jazz—show him what it feels like to be on the other end of his own heat vision.”
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Zzzap!
Jazz’s eyes blazed, firing back the same twin beams of laser vision—only twice as powerful—straight at Alex.
Alex could immediately feel the amplified energy, his instincts flaring.
This wasn’t a bluff.
Jazz had really copied and doubled his own attack.
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But Alex didn’t panic.
He simply vanished with a sonic boom, disappearing from the spot just as the lasers struck.
BOOM!
The ground behind him exploded in a flash of red light, leaving a massive crater where he’d just stood.
Cracks webbed out in every direction. The impact was real.
But it didn’t matter.
Because the lasers had missed.
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Jazz’s face changed.
He felt it—something coming.
“Shit.”
Before he could react—
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CRACK!
Alex reappeared—right in front of him.
And with a single, devastating punch—he sent Jazz flying.
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BOOM!!
Jazz smashed through a brick wall like a missile, crashing into the rubble beyond.
He didn’t move again.
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If Polka Dot went over to check, he would’ve found Jazz’s entire chest cavity reduced to pulp.
His ribcage shattered.
His organs obliterated.
His body nearly torn in half.
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One punch.
That was all it took.
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Alex stood over the rubble, voice cold and sharp:
“Too bad… Looks like you can only absorb energy.”
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Polka Dot’s grin evaporated.
His face froze—like he’d been hit by a stun grenade.
His whole body tensed.
Jazz… dead?
Just like that?
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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Jazz was supposed to be their secret weapon—hand-picked by the Master to counter Alex’s heat vision.
Everyone thought he’d be the perfect counter: absorb the lasers, double them, turn them back.
It was foolproof.
Even Polka Dot was just backup, sent to ensure things didn’t go sideways.
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But it hadn’t just gone sideways.
It had gone completely to hell.
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Jazz, who could survive rocket blasts, shrug off car crashes, and dent armored tanks—
Was dead. In one hit.
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One. Punch.
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Polka Dot’s entire worldview began to collapse.
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Heat vision? Check.
Super speed? Check.
Unbelievable durability? Check.
And now—strength strong enough to pulp a tank?
What the hell kind of monster was this guy?!
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Back in the surveillance hub…
“No way—Jazz is dead!?”
Hawkeye was nearly yelling, eyes wide.
He’d watched it all through his enhanced vision.
“That’s impossible!”
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“What?! Jazz died?!”
Skullface, standing beside him, looked like he’d been electrocuted.
His voice jumped a full octave.
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“Yep.”
Hawkeye swallowed hard.
“One punch. Flattened his chest. Gone.”
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Skullface staggered back.
His knees nearly buckled.
“We’re not fighting a person. This… this is a nightmare.”
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“Tell Polka Dot to retreat! NOW!”
Skullface finally snapped out of it.
“If Jazz couldn’t touch this guy, Polka Dot doesn’t stand a chance!”
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“Polka Dot, pull out! I repeat, get the hell out of there!”
Hawkeye shouted into the comms.
But the only reply was…
Silence.
And then, finally—
A broken, bitter laugh.
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Back in the alley, Polka Dot stood frozen.
His shoulders slumped.
His eyes locked on Alex’s emotionless face.
“You asked me earlier who Hawkeye was…”
“If I told you… would you let me live?”
